"Do you really want to become a merchant?" she asked, "Or was that just an excuse to get me alone?"
We were already in Amelia's office, seated across from each other at a large desk. Her foot was slowly rubbing up against my leg under the table.
"I do want to become a merchant," I said, full seduction mode engaged. "But having the chance to be alone with such an elegant lady… that's a very welcome bonus."
"You don't want money, do you?" she said, her foot creeping higher. "What you have to offer isn't worth that much."
Her toes were now at my calf.
"No. I need your experience. I don't even know where to begin. I want you to become my patron."
I'd make money from her one way or another. What I needed now was guidance. If she were willing to be my patron, everything would fall into place.
"We usually only sponsor those who intern at our company for at least five years. But I could make an exception… for the right price."
Her foot had now reached my thigh.
"Have you decided what kind of goods you want to trade?"
Her toes were nearing very dangerous territory.
"The kind highborn ladies usually like to buy," I said, barely keeping a straight face.
I had to bite my lip not to yelp when her foot finally made contact, hitting a very sensitive part of my anatomy with perfect sadistic precision.
She just flashed me that wicked little smile, clearly pleased that it hurt.
"You're a clever young man. The highborn ladies are going to love you... I mean, your products."
It was getting hard to focus on anything she was saying, with her toes currently squeezing my... merchandise.
"I can sign the patronage contract and write letters of recommendation for the merchant guilds and suppliers," she said.
I could already imagine how expensive all this was going to be for me.
"All for a very modest price," she added.
Modest my ass...
"I just received some new toys from the capital. You'd be the perfect person to help me test them."
Fantastic. I was about to become a guinea pig for a sadistic maniac. All in the name of making some coin.
"It will be a pleasure to assist you with your experiments," I replied.
A pleasure for her, of course.
I didn't have many other options, so not long after, she had taken me down to the basement of the building, where I now found myself tied to a spanking bench, my ass dangerously exposed.
Amelia had changed clothes, she was now wearing only a leather corset and black panties with garters. In her hand, a riding crop.
She had tied her hair up in a high bun, giving her a strict and commanding appearance, despite being such a petite woman.
On a table beside me sat an exotic collection of toys. I'm not going to describe each one, but let's just say they came in all sorts of shapes, sizes, and colors.
All of them had a cylindrical shape, and all of them were probably about to be inserted, well… you know where, in just a few minutes.
12k gold coins. 12k gold coins…
Those words repeated in my head like a mantra. I had to keep in mind why I was there.
That was the equivalent of 12 million dollars, remember? Would you go through something like this for that kind of money?
Well, clearly I would.
"I like to tenderize the meat before I eat it."
She said those words and immediately began whipping my butt. It hurt, sure, but this was the easy part.
I summoned every ounce of my acting skills to make it seem like it hurt way more than it actually did.
The more satisfied her sadistic mind was, the faster all of this would be over.
She ran the tip of the whip across my back and then hit my ass hard. And again and again. My butt were already red as a tomato when she decided to move on.
She put on leather gloves. Why gloves? where was she expecting to put those hands?
Then she positioned herself behind me.
The pain came without warning, suddenly a small but incredibly strong hand was squeezing… well, let's just say those hands thought they were some kind of nutcracker.
I didn't even need to act out the pain, now it was genuine.
But my predicament wasn't over. Just as suddenly as that hand had become a nutcracker, fingers began exploring deep inside, a place I'd rather never be explored.
"Are you enjoying my puppy?" Her voice was full of sadism.
12k golden coin, 12k golden coin…
"Yes, master, give me more."
I knew it was necessary, but if there was ever a moment where I came close to regretting it, it was that one.
"Now that we have finished the preparatory phase, we can start testing the new toys."
Yes, everything up until now had been just a preparation.
"We can start with Drogo's Legacy. It's the newest model in one of my favorite series."
I won't describe Drogo's Legacy, or what it did to me out of respect for your sanity. Just know that it was much bigger than the hole it would fill.
The worst part is that it wasn't even the biggest toy she had to test.
And of course, she wasn't content with just trying out the new toys. Since I was already broken in, and we still had a whole afternoon, she took the opportunity to revisit her entire vast collection.
I wouldn't be able to sit up straight for a whole week.
My only consolation was the system notification at the end of that nightmare.
[Ding!]
[Congratulations, new sugar mommy conquered!]
[12k gold coins, added to storage ring]
The weight of those coins in the ring on my finger was such a consolation. Of course, I couldn't really feel the weight of the coins, but you get the idea, right?
[Mission Bonus conquered]
[Right under the cuckold's nose: Completed]
[100 credits added to the system store]
That was a mechanic of the system that I wasn't familiar with yet, but it was another bonus to help ease my trauma.
Now I understood why that guy pretended not to see what his wife was doing right under his nose. For him, her satisfying that fetish with others was a gift.
Later, while Amélia wrote the letters of recommendation and gave me tips on how I should start my business, all I could think about was how I wanted to stick my face between Lilian's legs and only leave after erasing that afternoon from my memory.